after a prank war gets started up between gryffindor house and slytherin house, some of the muggleborn slytherins have their mum owl them their slenderman morphsuit and they sit outside in the setting sun staring up at the gryffindor tower every night for a month and it terrifies all the gryffindors so badly that prank war ends for the year.

Hey, started seeing all these Asks about Fallout 4, and I’ve actually been keeping up on this for a regular basis. Bethesda bought the title for Fallout 4 awhile ago when they bought it from Interplay, who owned it through the creation of the first three computer games (1, 2 & Tactics). The reason we haven’t got Fallout 4 yet is because Interplay decided to rear its ugly head and sue Bethesda over the Fallout franchise, but the judge gave Bethesda the go-ahead to continue development

new vegas. the mojave is an amazing place (in real life, not just the game. seriously gorgeous.), and i think the faction system was more interesting than karma. the game also felt more detailed to me, with the companion quests and iron sights and quantity of quests.
-nautica______

As much as I love Fallout 3 (mostly just because of Moira, but shhh), New Vegas is my favorite of the two. I feel like it was more interactive, had more choices, and was overall a better experience.

The companions were also a lot less boring, in my opinion, so that was a huge plus for me. I constantly spend so long deciding which companion I want to take with me at the time. A lot of the NPCs in Fallout 3 seemed very generic and boring to me, and the groups/factions didn’t seem very distinct or fleshed out. In Fallout 3, it was more like, “oh hey these people are here”, whereas in NV, it was like, “THESE people do THIS because they believe in THIS”. As such, I feel more strongly about the NPCs and groups in New Vegas because they spoke to me more than the ones in F3.

The music seemed to fit the game more as well — wandering through the desert with country tunes (not that twangy, backwoods shit you hear nowadays) just seemed so right to me.

Headcanon: most of the muggleborns don’t know that laptops and cellphones don’t work at hogwarts so they bring them anyways and then have to explain how they function to the pure- and half-bloods. Eventually this leads to someone setting up a WiFi point in Hogsmeade and the boathouse.

But you stole from them. You stole a son from a mother, a daughter from a father, a brother from a sister. You stole a husband from a wife and a child’s parent. You stole from a family and left hole that will never be filed or replaced.

You stole their children’s safety. Their support. You stole their laughter and their joy. You stole every dollar that they would have made. You stole their confidence to survive. You stole their advice and their time. You stole a soul and left a hollow.

You stole innocence, words from their mouths, love from their hearts. You stole their trust in the community. You stole pride and bravery. You stole the ability to walk home without fear from a city, a country. You stole a member of the community. You stole the next President, you took from us that workings of a genius, the speech of a philosopher, the the cure for cancer. You stole a Nobel Peace Prize.

You stole family game night and now in its place lay a mother weeping as she stares at the bills piling up and the foreclosure sign in the front yard, as her children’s stomachs growl as they lay in bed.

You stole the air from their lungs as they lay six feet under. the soil and dirt and cement. You stole their memories they were going to make, the love they would have spread, the tenderness they would have wrought. You stole a friend, a teacher, a leader, a boss. You stole from them with no regard for what you might take. You stole without remorse or tears or any sort of sympathy for the pain you have inflicted.

Cedric appeared as a ghost several years after Hogwarts is rebuilt and like the true Hufflepuff he is, spends his time helping students with their homework and keeping an eye out for teachers and prefects while pranksters set up their stuff. Sometimes he’ll even talk about the Triwizard Tournament, if you catch him in a thoughtful mood.

In a way, it all started with Cisillia, though if we got technical about it, then it started with God and the big bang and all the events that led to Cisillia… But that’s just too long and I don’t think I have the patience to try and explain it.

Cisillia was the weakest ruler of Queenslend in over two dozen generations of queens, mostly due to her upbringing. The council that had always been in place to aid the Queen had become corrupted slowly through the generations and now a bunch of crotchety old men didn’t want to take orders from a woman. So Cisillia was raised to sit and look pretty on a throne rather than as a warrior or a true ruler, as her ancestors before her had been.

She married through an arrangement her uncle and guardian had set up when she and her husband were just children. She bore Nico six sons before dying. But that’s where it all gets a bit weird. Queens die giving birth to the next Queen. Something about passing their souls along to the next one. Legend (and their religion) states that the Queens contain aa fragment of God in their soul and to pass this along they must die before the next ruler can be born.

For unknown reasons, it’s always a woman.

But die Cisillia did, and much to the panic of the entire country of Queenslend and some other societies of Atlas, she died without giving birth to an heir. Oh sure, some Queens before had died in battle or other extreme circumstances, but in those cases the next female in the family who was born who held the closest blood match generally was born into power.

But Cisillia wasn’t killed in battle. She didn’t even have a building fall on top of her or drown or, you get the picture. No, one month her health began to decline and with little warning she bid her family her love and she died. As custom the council spread her ashes from the balcony in the Queen’s room, but there was no heir, and Cisillia had no brothers and her sons were too young to bear children of their own.

So Queenslend was left without an heir. At least, until the next one was born, but there was no telling when that would exactly come to pass.

I tried to write a prologue from Max’s point of view. This is what happened. I like it, but not for a part of the book, so I’m putting it here.